Maid in Tennessee

Chapter 11

Mature content

He crawls up, between my legs where he stops to rid me of my sodden panties. He slings it away carelessly, his ogling eyes never leaving the naked place they covered. He continues to stare, licking his lips – obviously beyond aroused by the sight but there's nothing to hide my intimate folds and I feel exposed, squirming and certain that my blush reaches all the way down there.

He takes his sweet, torturous time – luxuriating in his private viewing activity. He makes no move to touch me but the ravenous mould of his face is pushing me to run up the steps of desire, taking them three at a time. I shift in needy response.

He growls, low in his chest while he grips my inner thighs, pushing them apart. "Keep still or I'll make you." I gasp at his provocative threat and on pure instinct and raw desire my hips tilt up by their own accord, crazy in its need for any contact. His hands slip around, cupping my backside as he pushes his nose into my sex, inhaling deeply.

Oh my fucking my!

"Luke please," I moan, begging for more.
My hands  sit in his hair while my mouth is feverish against His, consuming him, relishing the feel of his tongue against mine. And he's the same, devouring me. It's heavenly.
Suddenly he drags me up and grasps the hem of my T-shirt, whipping it over my head and throwing it on the  oor.
"I want to feel you," he says greedily against my mouth as his hands move behind me to undo my bra. In one smooth move, it's off and he pitches it aside.
He pushes me back down onto the bed, pressing me into the mattress, and his mouth and hand move to my breasts. My  fingers curl into his hair as he takes one of my nipples between his lips and tugs hard.
I cry out as the sensation sweeps through my body, spikes, and tightens all the muscles around my groin.
"Yes, baby, let me hear you," he murmurs against my overheated skin.
Boy, I want him inside me, now. With his mouth, he toys with my nipple, pulling at it, making me squirm and writhe and yearn for him. I sense his longing mixed with—what? Veneration. It's as if he's worshipping me.
He teases me with his  fingers, my nipple growing hard and elongating under his skillful touch. His hand moves to my jeans, and he deftly undoes the button, tugs the zipper down, and slips his hand inside my panties, sliding his  fingers against my sex.
His breath hisses out as his  finger glides into me. I push my pelvis up into the heel of his hand, and he responds, rubbing against me.
"Oh, baby," he breathes as he hovers over me, staring intently into my eyes. "You're so wet." His voice is  filled with wonder.
"I want you," I murmur.
His mouth joins with mine again, and I feel his hungry desperation, his need for me. To know that I have such an effect on him, that I can offer him so much solace, doing this—my inner goddess purrs with pure pleasure. He sits up, grasps the hem of my jeans, and tugs them off, followed by my panties.
Keeping his eyes  fixed on mine, he stands, takes a foil packet out of his pocket, and tosses it at me, then removes his jeans and boxers in one swift motion.
I rip the packet open greedily, and when he lies beside me again, I slowly roll the condom on to him. He grabs both my hands and rolls on to his back.
"You. On top," he orders, pulling me astride him. "I want to see you."
Oh.
He guides me, and hesitantly I ease myself down onto him. He closes his eyes and  exes his hips to meet me,  lling me, stretching me, his mouth forming a perfect O as he exhales.
Oh, that feels so good—possessing him, possessing me.
He holds my hands, and I don't know if it's to steady me or keep me from touching him, even though I have my road map.
"You feel so good," he murmurs.
I rise again, heady with the power I have over him, watching Luke Bryan slowly coming apart beneath me. He lets go of my hands and grabs my hips, and I place my hands on his arms. He thrusts into me sharply, causing me to cry out.
"That's right, baby, feel me," he says, his voice strained.
I tip my head back and do exactly that. This is what he does so well.
I move—countering his rhythm in perfect symmetry—numbing all thought and reason.
I am just sensation lost in this void of pleasure. Up and down . . . again and again . . . Oh yes . . . Opening my eyes, I stare down at him, my breathing ragged, and he's staring back at me, eyes blazing. And we come together "arrrddgggghhh"
I roll off of him and say
"Well I wasn't expecting that when I applied for this job"
"me neither" he said kissing my head.
I began to wonder what's going to happen now.